Magic Mischief Episode One

Specks sat at the register of his grandpa's antique store, watching his grandpa show an old clock to some customers. He was a young teen of sixteen with black hair and blue eyes. His skin was pale from not being in the sun enough, and he was somewhat scrawny. He also wore glasses, thats where his nickname, 'Specks' was from.(His real names Rodger, but he prefers specks.) He watched as his grandpa sold the clock and scedule a delivary for it. Specks locked the door after them and flipped the sighn to say 'closed.'  His grandpa had gone into the backroom, and came out with an old oil lamp.
"Whats that, grandpa?" Specks asked in curiosity.
"A very old oil lamp, it was agift from a friend." His grandpa replied, in his most mysterios voice. Specks raised a brow at his grandpa's tone of voice.
"What are you getting it out for?" Specks walked over to his grandpa.
"Because Im giving it to you. Your old enough to have it now." His grampa was still using that mysterios tone. He seemed to do that a lot.
"Old enough?" Specks asked, but got no answer. His grandpa handed the lamp over to Specks.
"Take good care of it. Now run along, or you'll be late for dinner." His grandpa said, gently nudging specks out the door. Specks blinked, wondering why his grandpa was acting so odd. He shrugged and went home, putting the lamp in his room and going to dinner.

After dinner he went upstairs to examine the lamp. It really looked more like a pink perfume bottle or something. He decided to clean it up, since it was sort of tarnished. He got out a cloth and rubbed off the tarnish, but all of the sudden it began to glow pink. Specks gasped and dropped it on his bed, backing up against a wall. There was a great poof of pink smoke, and when it cleared a girl was floating there, and she was pink with...a tail? Her hair was  darker shade of pink than her skin, and her eyes were a liquidy pink. Her hair rippled and flowed with every moment, and it was shiney too. She was wearing poofy pants that were somewhat see-through(Nothing too revealing, mind you.) and a tight sleeveless shirt and had gold jewlary on aswell. She seemed around Specks age. Before Specks could do anything, the girl had glomped him.
"Master! You let Maron out! Maroon thanks you!" She said gleefully, her tail wagging as if she were a dog.
"W-Wait! Who are you? Better yet, WHAT are you?!" Specks asked in shock.
"Maroon is me, and Maroon is a geinie! You are maroon's new master. Master gets as many wishes as he wants." She said, as if it we're common knowlage.
"...I must be dreaming or something." Specks said to himself.
"Rodger?? Whats all the noise about?" Specks's mom called.
"Nothing mom! Just...a video game!!" He lied, since she would probably faint at this situation.
"Well turn it down!" His mother said sternly.
"Vee-dee-o game?" Maroon asked counfusedly, but got no answer as specks had gotten up and shut the door, then locked it and pinched himself. He was awake? That couldn't be right! Geinies were only real in fairy tales, and movies, and video games.
"Th-this is impossible! This i-is incredible! I-Should I tell someone?! I-I-I..." He fainted. Maroon blinked.
"Maroon's new master must have high blood pressure." She blinked.

The next morning, specks awoke in his bed. 'So...it must've been a dream afterall...' Specks thought, unexpectedly dissapointed.
"Hallo!" Maroon said gleefully, popping up less than an inch away from specks face.
"AHHH!" Specks screamed and fell off his bed, not knowing what to think since he didn't have his glasses on and Maroon looked like a fuzzy pink blob to him. Maroon just blinked and hovered.
"Perhaps master should wish for low blood pressure. Master is very jumpy, and fainty." She said in such a cute way you couldn't possibly take it as an insult. Specks rubbed his head and put his glasses on.
"My mom didn't see you, did she?" Specks asked in an unsteady voice.
"No, Master Rodger's mother did not see or hear Maroon. Maroon was in her bottle."
"Please don't call me Rodger, Call me Specks." Specks said, taking off his glasses and wiping them off with the sleeve of his pajamas. Wait...his pajamas? How'd he get in those? He fainted in his normal clothing.
"How...did I get in my pajamas?" Specks asked in a paniced voice.
"Maroon used her magic." Maroon said proudly.
"Please tell me you didn't see me naked..." Specks's voice was squeaky.
"Alright, Maroon won't tell Master then. By the way, whats this for?" Maroon asked, holding up the boxer shorts Specks had been wearing the previos day. "Master already wears pants. Why does he need extra?"
Specks's face turned red.
"Master! Your changing colors!!" Maroon gasped.

After Specks ate breakfast and got dressed(and taught Maroon that getting dressed was not supposed to be a shared experiance.) he caught the bus to school. Unfourtunately, he couldn't convince Maroon to stay in her bottle at his house. She had shrunk herself down and was staying in Specks's backpack, nosing through his things and trying to figure out how to work a clicky pen.(and once she did she clicked it until Specks had to tell her to stop.)
"This is the longest morning of my entire life." Specks said to himself, since nobody sat by him in the front of the bus, he was too shy to make friends with the other kids. He was friends with the bus driver. His grandpa said he'd make friends when he started having adventures. Specks never thought anything exciting would happen to him before now, but he guessed his grandpa had planned on adventures for him. Wether Specks wanted them or not wasn't important. Now Specks was recalling all the fantastic stories his grandpa had told him about in the past. He hadn't believed they were true, since his grandpa had said he'd met witches and ghosts and geinies in those stories, but now he wasn't sure what to beilieve. The bus opened the doors, interupting his thoughts. In came the last faces Specks wanted to see today, or anyday, Chad and Butch. The two were twin brothers, both were bullies. They were both bulky with buzz-cut blonde hair and beedy green eyes. They weren't too smart, but Chad knew lots about hunting anything. I mean anything, including Specks.
"Well, if it isn't our freind the scrawny little four eyes." Chad said.
"Yeah, four eyes." Butch was Chad's broken record.
They took a seat behind of Specks.
"Read any good geek books lately?" Chad  asked, punching Specks in the shoulder harder than nessisary.
"Have ya', geek?" Butch punched Specks's other shoulder.
"I wish they'd just shut up." Specks muttered and rubbed his shoulders.
"Wish granted!" Maroon said in a whisper only Specks could hear.
"What?!" Specks gasped, having forgot maroon in the moment. Before he could object, Both Chad and Butch's mouths had faded off they're faces.
"MMMF! MMMFF! MMFFMMFF!" Chad gave a muffled cry.
"MMF! MMF!" Butch echoed.
"Whats going on over there?!" The bus driver asked, trying to pay attention to the kids and the road at the same time.
"I wish they're mouths back! I wish them back!" Specks whispered franticly into his backpack.
"Wish granted! But Master needs to make up his mind." Maroon said from inside as Chad and Butch's mouths re-appeared.
"Our mouths dissapeared!" Chad said to the bus driver in a freaked out tone.
"Yeah! They did!" Butch echoed, same tone and all.
"What? Don't be ridiculous. Sit down you too, and be quiet." The bus driver said, upset at  getting frightened that something was seriosly wrong.
Specks sighed in relief, just as they pulled into school. He got off the bus, and looked back at Chad and Butch, who were complaining that they wanted to call they're dad.

Specks made it to class, to find the classroom covered in graffitti.

"What happened?!" He gasped.

"Some kids came in during the night and graffittied the room!" One of his classmates answered.
The teacher came in with buckets and spounges.

"Sorry, kids, but today we have to work together to clean this up." The teacher said.
The whole class gave a moan, the kind you give when you don't want to do something.
They spent the next 20 minutes cleaning.

"I wish this mess would clean itself up." Specks muttered.
"Wish granted!" Maroon called gleefully, and the graffitti started peeling itself off the walls.

Specks slapped his forehead. He'd forgotten not to do that!
Some girls screamed and went running out of the room. Most of the boys too. The teacher just stared, as the graffitti started scrubbing itself with sponges and soap, making it dissapear bit-by-bit.
The teacher lead the rest of the kids out of the room, including specks, and lobbied the principle to come see this. Specks figured he would let this be, since so many people had seen it.
The rest of the day seemed to go as normal, except for new crews interveiwing the kids whenever they got a chance, and Specks accedently wishing for a bigger sandwhich.(Which ended up being as big as the lunch table.)

Then...there was science class.
They were studying the phsycological conditions of a mouse as a maze, and had to imagine how humans would react in the same situation. Specks was doing well, but halfway through he got stuck. How WOULD humans react?

"I wish we could really see how people would react to being in a giant maze." He said, then slapped his hand over his mouth.

"Wish granted!"

To Be Countinued....